As Mrs. Otway left the cathedral, certain remarks made to her by members
of the little congregation jarred on her, and made her feel, almost for
the first time in her life, thoroughly out of touch with her friends and
neighbours.
Some one whom Mrs. Otway really liked and respected came up to her and
exclaimed, "I couldn't help feeling sorry the Dean did not mention
France and the French! Any one listening to him just now would have
thought that only Germany and ourselves and Belgium were involved in
this awful business." And then the speaker, seeing that her words were
not very acceptable, added quietly, "But of course the Dean, with so
many German friends, is in a difficult position just now." In fact,
almost every one said something that hurt and annoyed her, and that
though it was often only a word of satisfaction that at last England had
gone in, as more than one of them put it, "on the right side."
Passing through the arch of the square gateway which separates the town
from the Close, Mrs. Otway hurried down the pretty, quiet street which
leads in a rather roundabout way, and past one of the most beautiful
grey stone crosses in England, into the great market square which is one
of the glories of the famous cathedral city. Once there, she crossed the
wide space, part cobbled, part paved, and made her way into a large
building of stucco and red brick which bore above its plate-glass
windows the inscription in huge gilt letters, "THE WITANBURY STORES."
The Monday Bank Holiday had been prolonged, and so the Stores were only,
so to speak, half open. But as Mrs. Otway stepped through into the
shadowed shop, the owner of the Stores, Manfred Hegner by name, came
forward to take her orders himself.
Manfred Hegner was quite a considerable person in Witanbury. Not only
was he the biggest retail tradesman in the place, and an active member
of the Witanbury City Council, but he was known to have all sorts of
profitable irons in the fire. A man to keep in with, obviously, and one
who was always willing to meet one half-way. Because of his German
birth--he had been naturalised some years ago--and even more because of
certain facial and hirsute peculiarities, he went by the nickname of
"The Kaiser."
Mrs. Otway took out of her bag a piece of paper on which she had written
down, at her old Anna's dictation, a list of groceries and other things
needed at the Trellis House. And then she looked round, instinctively,
towards the corner of the large shop where all that remained of what had
once been the mainstay of Manfred Hegner's business was always
temptingly set forth. This was a counter of _Delicatessen_. Glancing at
the familiar corner, Mr. Hegner's customer told herself that her eyes
must be playing her false. In the place of the familiar sausages,
herrings, the pretty coloured basins of sauerkraut, and other savoury
dainties, there now stood nothing but a row of large uninteresting Dutch
cheeses!
The man who was waiting attentively by her side, a pencil and block of
paper in his hand, saw the surprised, regretful look on his valued
customer's face.
"I have had to put away all my nice, fresh _Delicatessen_," he said in a
low voice. "It seemed wiser to do so, gracious lady." He spoke in
German, and it was in German that she answered.
"Did you really think it necessary to do such a thing? I think you are
unfair on your adopted country, Mr. Hegner! English people are not so
unreasonable as that."
He was about to answer, when an odd-looking man, rather like a sailor,
came in, and Mr. Hegner, with a hurried "Please excuse me one minute,
ma'am," in English, went off to attend to the new comer.
As Mr. Hegner went across his shop, Mrs. Otway was struck by his curious
resemblance to the German Emperor; in spite of the fact that he was
wearing a long white apron, he had quite a martial air. He certainly
deserved his nickname. There were the same piercing, rather prominent
eyes, the same look of energy and decision in his face; also the same
peculiar turned-up moustache. But whereas the resemblance last week
would have brought a smile, now it brought a furrow of pain to the
English lady's kindly face.
Poor Manfred Hegner! What must he and thousands of others like
him--excellent, industrious, civil-spoken Germans--feel all through
England to-day? Mrs. Otway, who had always liked the man, and who
enjoyed her little chats with him, knew perhaps rather more about this
prosperous tradesman than most of the Witanbury people knew. She was
aware that he had been something of a rolling stone; he had, for
instance, been for quite a long time in America, and it was there that
he had shed most of his Germanisms of language. He was older than he
looked, and his son by a first marriage lived in Germany--where,
however, the young man was buyer for a group of English firms who did a
great deal of business in cheap German-made goods.
His conversation with the odd-looking stranger over, Mr. Hegner hurried
back to where his valued customer was standing. "Every one on the City
Council is being most kind," he said suavely. "And last night I had the
honour of meeting the Dean. At his suggestion I am calling a little
meeting this evening, here in my Stores, of the non-naturalised Germans
of this town. There are a good many in Witanbury."
And then Mrs. Otway suddenly remembered that the man now standing
opposite to her was a member of the City Council. She remembered that
some time ago, three or four years back at least, some disagreeable
person had expressed indignation that an ex-German, one only just
naturalised, should be elected to such a body. She had thought the
speaker narrow-minded and ill-natured. An infusion of German
thoroughness and thrift would do the City Council good, and perhaps keep
down the rates!
"But you, Mr. Hegner, have been naturalised quite a long time," she said
sympathetically.
"Yes, indeed, gracious lady!" Mr. Hegner seemed surprised, perhaps a
thought disturbed, by her natural remark. "I took out my certificate
before I built the Stores, and just after I had married my excellent
little English wife. Glad indeed am I now that I did so!"
"I am very glad too," said Mrs. Otway. And yet--and yet she felt a
slight quiver of discomfort. The man standing there was so _very_ German
after all--German not only in his appearance, but in all his little
ways! If nothing else had proved it, his rather absurd nickname was
clear proof that so he was even now regarded in Witanbury.
"And how about your son, Mr. Hegner?" she asked. "I suppose he is in
Germany now? You must feel rather anxious about him."
He hesitated oddly, and looked round him before he spoke. Then,
vanquished, maybe, by the obvious sincerity and kindness of the speaker,
he answered, in German, and almost in a whisper. "He is, I fear, by now
on his way to the frontier. But may I ask a favour of the gracious lady?
Do not speak of my son to the people of Witanbury."
"Then _he_ was never naturalised?" Mrs. Otway also spoke in a low
voice--a voice full of pity and concern.
"No, no," said Mr. Hegner hastily. "There was no necessity for him to
be. His work was mostly, you see, over there."
"Still he was educated here, surely?"
"That is so, gracious lady. He talks English better even than I do. He
and I did consider the question of his taking out a certificate. Then we
decided that, as he would be so much in Germany, it was better he should
remain German. But his wife is an English girl."
"How sorry you must be now that he did not naturalise!" she exclaimed.
An odd look came over Manfred Hegner's face. "Yes, it is very
regretful--the more so that it would do me harm if it were known in the
town that I had a son in the German Army. But he will not fight against
the English," he added hastily. "No one will do that but the German
sailors--is not that so, madam?"
"I really don't know."
"If at any time the gracious lady should hear anything of the sort, I
should be grateful--nay, far more than grateful if she will let me know
it!" He had lapsed back into German, and Mrs. Otway smiled very kindly
at him.
"Yes, I will certainly let you know anything I hear. I know how very
anxious you must be about this sad state of things."
Mrs. Otway had left the shop, and she was already some way back across
the Market Place, when there came the rather raucous sound of an urgent
voice in her ear. Startled, she turned round. The owner of the Witanbury
Stores stood by her side.
"Pardon, pardon!" he said breathlessly. "But would you, gracious lady,
ask your servant" (he used the German word "Stütze") "if she could make
it convenient to join our gathering this evening at nine o'clock? Frau
Anna Bauer is so very highly respected among the Germans here that we
should like her to be present."
"Certainly I will arrange for Anna to come," answered Mrs. Otway. "But
you may not be aware, Mr. Hegner, that my cook has become to all intents
and purposes quite English--without, of course," she hastily corrected
herself, "giving up her love for the Fatherland. She has only one
relation left in Germany, a married niece in Berlin. Her own daughter is
the wife of an Englishman, a tradesman in London."
"That makes no difference," said Manfred Hegner; "she will be welcome,
most heartily welcome, to-night! This is the moment, as the Reverend Mr.
Dean so well put it to me, when all Germans should stick together, and
consult as to the wisest and best thing to do in their own interests."
"Yes, indeed, Mr. Hegner. I quite agree with the Dean. But do not do
anything to upset my poor old Anna. She really is not involved in the
question at all. She has lived with me nearly twenty years, and my
daughter and I regard her far more as a friend than as a servant. The
fact that she is German is an accident--the merest accident! Nothing in
her life, thank God, will be changed for the worse. And, Mr. Hegner? I
should like to say one more thing." She looked earnestly into his face,
but even she could see that his eyes were wandering, and that there was
a slight look of apprehension in the prominent eyes now fixed on a group
of farmers who stood a few yards off staring at him and at Mrs. Otway.
"Yes, gracious lady," he said mechanically, "I am attending."
"Do not think that English people bear any ill-feeling to you and your
great country! We feel that Germany, by breaking her word to Belgium,
has put herself in the wrong. It is England's duty to fight, not her
pleasure, Mr. Hegner. And we hope with all our hearts that the war will
soon be over."
He murmured a word of respectful assent. And then, choosing a rather
devious route, skirting the fine old Council House, which is the most
distinctive feature of Witanbury Market Place, he hurried back to his
big stores.
* * * * *
Mrs. Otway opened the wrought-iron gate of the Trellis House with a
feeling of restful satisfaction; but there, in her own pretty, peaceful
home, a not very pleasant surprise awaited her. Good old Anna, hurrying
out into the black and white hall to meet her gracious lady, did not
receive Mr. Hegner's kind invitation as her mistress had supposed she
would do. A look of indecision and annoyance crossed her pink face.
"Ach, but to go to Mr. Fröhling promised have I," she muttered.
And then Mrs. Otway exclaimed, "But the Fröhlings are Germans! They will
certainly be there themselves. Mr. Fröhling cannot have known of this
meeting when he and his wife asked you to supper. I think, Anna, that it
is your duty to attend this gathering. The Dean not only approves of it,
but, from what I could make out, he actually suggested that it should
take place. Of course I know it makes no real difference to you; but
still, Anna," she spoke reprovingly, "you should not forget at such a
time as this that you are German-born."
The old woman looked up quickly at her mistress. Forget she was
German-born! Mrs. Otway was a most good lady, a most kind employer, but
she was sometimes foolish, very very foolish, in what she said! She,
Anna Bauer, had often noticed it. Still, averse as she was from the
thought, the old German woman was ruefully aware that she would have to
accept Mr. Hegner's invitation. When it came to a tussle of will between
the two, herself and her mistress, Mrs. Otway generally won, partly
because she was, after all, Anna's employer, and also because she always
knew exactly what it was she wanted Anna to do. Anna was emotional,
easily touched, highly excitable; she also generally knew what she
wanted, but she did not find it easy to force her will on others, least
of all on her beloved if not exactly admired mistress.
Grumbling under her breath, she retreated into her kitchen; while Mrs.
Otway, feeling tired and rather dispirited, went upstairs.
The back-door bell rang, and Anna went and opened it. A boy stood there,
bearing on a tray not only the various little things Mrs. Otway had
ordered at the Witanbury Stores half an hour before, but also an
envelope addressed to "Frau Bauer." Anna brought the things into the
kitchen, then she opened with interest the envelope addressed to
herself. It contained a card, elegantly headed:
"THE WITANBURY STORES.
Proprietor: MANFRED HEGNER."
Across it were written in German the words: "You are bidden to a meeting
at the above address to-night at nine o'clock. There will be cakes and
coffee served before the meeting begins. Entrance by Market Row."
Anna read the words again and again. This was treating her at last as
she ought always to have been treated! Anna did not like her erst
fellow-country-man, and she considered that she had good reason for her
dislike. Resentment against ingratitude is not confined to any one
nationality.
When Manfred Hegner had first come to Witanbury, Anna had been delighted
to make his acquaintance, and she had spent many happy half-hours
chatting with him in the little _Delicatessen_ shop he had established
in Bridge Street, close to the Market Place.
Starting with only the good-will of a bankrupt confectioner, he had very
soon built up a wonderfully prosperous business. But his early success
had been in a measure undoubtedly owing to Mrs. Otway and her German
cook. Mrs. Otway had told all her friends of this amusing little German
shop, and of the good things which were to be bought there.
_Delicatessen_ had become quite the fashion, not only among the good
people of Witanbury itself, but among the county gentry who made the
cathedral town their shopping headquarters, and who enjoyed motoring in
there to spend an idly busy morning.
Then had come the erection of the big Stores. Over that matter quite a
storm had arisen, and local feeling had been very mixed. A petition
originated by those who called themselves the Art Society of Witanbury,
pointed out that a large modern building of the kind proposed would ruin
the old-world, picturesque appearance of the Market Place. But the big
local builder, the man who later promoted the election of Manfred Hegner
on to the City Council, bore down all opposition, and a group of
charming old gabled houses--houses that were little more than cottages,
and therefore perhaps hardly in keeping with the Market Place of so
prosperous a town as was Witanbury--had been pulled down, and the large
Stores had risen on their site.
And then one day--which happened to be a day when Mrs. Otway and her
daughter were away on a visit--Manfred Hegner himself walked along into
the Close, and so to the Trellis House, in order to make Anna a
proposal. It was a simple thing that he asked Anna to do--namely that
she should persuade her mistress to remove her custom from the
long-established tradesmen where she had always dealt, and transfer it
entirely to his Stores. His things, so he said, were better as well as
cheaper than those sold by the smaller people, also he would be pleased
to pay Anna a handsome commission on every bill paid by her mistress.
Anna had willingly fallen in with this plan. It had taken some time and
some trouble, but in the end Mrs. Otway found it very convenient to get
everything at the same place. For a while all had gone well for Manfred
Hegner--well for him and well for Anna. At the end of a year, however,
he had arbitrarily halved Anna's commission, and that she felt to be (as
indeed it was) most unfair, and not in the bond. She had no longer the
power to retaliate, for her mistress had fallen into the way of going
into the Stores herself. Mrs. Otway enjoyed rubbing up her German with
Mr. Hegner, and the really intelligent zeal with which he always treated
her, and her comparatively small orders, was very pleasant. Twice he
had taken great trouble to procure for her a local Weimar delicacy which
she remembered enjoying as a girl.
But when Anna, following her mistress's example, walked along to the
Stores to enjoy a little chat in her native language, Mr. Hegner would
be short with her, very short indeed! In fact it was now a long time
since the old woman had cared to set foot there. For another thing she
did not like Mrs. Hegner, the pretty English girl Manfred Hegner had
married five years before; she thought her a very frivolous, silly
little woman, not at all what the wife of a big commercial man should
be. Anna's Louisa would have been a perfect helpmate for Manfred Hegner,
and there had been a time, a certain three months, when Anna had thought
the already prosperous widower was considering Louisa. His marriage to
pretty Polly Brown had been a disappointment.
But now this politely-worded card of invitation certainly made a
difference. Old Anna, who was not lacking in a certain simple
shrewdness, had not expected Manfred Hegner to show any kindness to his
ex-compatriots. She was touched to find him a better man than she
expected. Most certainly would she attend this meeting!
As soon as her mistress had gone out to lunch, Anna telephoned to Mr.
Fröhling and explained why she could not come to him that evening.
"We too asked to Hegner's have been. As you are going, we your example
will follow," shouted the barber.